115 What Kind Of Past Was She Hiding?

"Oh, is that so?" Lu Shaoming lifted a sharp brow, and his deep narrow eyes were filled with light amusement as it lingered on both faces.

Ying Muchen lifted his lips, and his dark eyes met Lu Shaoming's as he parted his thin lips. "Of course, is there a need for me to lie to Young Master Lu?"

Men who were as mature and wise as each other only needed one look to peep into each other's inner thoughts. Lu Shaoming laughed softly, "Haha, I didn't expect that I had such a strong fate with President Ying. When your sister is free, let's gather and meet each other."

Ying Muchen shifted his body, his eyes were obscure and deep, without a single ray of light reflected from them. He laughed and answered, "Shuiling has gone abroad three years ago and hasn't come back. When she returns, we shall gather together. Young Master Lu, Qingqing, I still have something on, so I'll go first."

"Okay, Mr. Ying, I shall not send you out."